SOUVENIR by bawdypen
"Listen, kid, I gotta go. But thanks for stopping by my dressing room. I always enjoy talking to my fans on these personal tours." He stood a head taller than the dewey-eyed 16-year-old, preparing to let him out the door.
"Gosh, thanks for talking to me. It was great! Uh..." he gulped, "c-could you give me something to remember you by?"
He looked down at the boy with a lecherous leer. He loved being idolized. Even by the boys. He got a lot of good blowjobs that way, and quite often a nice, tight fuck. Hell, he didn't have anything against fags; he used them all the time! He backed the boy up against the door and got up close, leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear.
"If I had time, I've love to give you what you want!" he cooed sensuously, pulling his head back til he was nose- to-nose with the pretty boy. "You'd go down and give me some head if I asked, wouldn't you?"
"I, uh..." he gulped, "I've never...if you wanted me to, I would." He blushed furiously and stared at the floor.
Triumphant, and a bit annoyed that he couldn't stay, he stepped back. "Yeah, too bad. Gotta save my load for my girl, though. Kneel down anyway. You'll remember this!" He pushed on the boy's shoulders, urging him to his knees. Then he turned around and dropped his pants. Bending over, he stuck his naked ass in the kid's face! "Here, lick all the sweat off my asscrack. You'll remember that!"
Pinned against the wall and the fragrant flesh, the boy was totally shocked. Still...his idol had actually sug- gested he'd want to blow him. In those few seconds since then, he'd gone over and over the idea and knew he would do it for him if he got the chance. But this?!
The star reached back and held his own butthole open, lewdly showing it off and making sure the kid smelled it. But he didn't force him.
"Go ahead, lick it. Just think...you'll be the only one of my fans who ever got to do this. That makes it worth it, doesn't it? Kinda makes you my favorite fan!" He loved conning the innocent.
Astonished and bewildered, but raising a bone-on at being able to see his real-life asshole, he decided the smell wasn't disgusting at all. Just real intimate!
"Gotta hurry!" he wiggled it. "Make up your mind."
Without another thought, the boy stuck out his tongue and hurriedly lapped up and down the moist crack...several times!
"Now the hole. Do my hole!"
Obediently, he swirled his tongue over and over-- tasting a strange bitterness as the guy really wrenched it open. That caused his tongue to even slip inside a ways! He was just getting to enjoy it when the guy stepped away and pulled up his pants...leaving him with his tongue sticking out. He was thoroughly embarrassed!
But he got over it quickly when the guy lifted him up from under his shoulders and planted a tender kiss right on his lips!
"Think you'll remember that, babycakes? Nobody ever did that to me before. Definitely not another guy! But hell, you're prettier than most chicks I know. Wish I could hang around," he shrugged. "Listen, I didn't insult you, did I? I'm kind of a raunchy guy, you know. My butthole wasn't too raunchy, was it?"
"N-no! Not at all!" the boy blurted, surprising himself.
"Good. Now let me finish packing, okay? Oh, hey!" He walked over to a large, leather bag. "I, uh, had a rough night last night, and was kind of a mess before I got here to shower and change. But maybe you'd like these."
He pulled out a pair of wrinkled Jockey shorts. "You can sniff 'em...or do whatever. If you think it's too sick, just toss 'em."
He grinned and worked the material inside out over his hand, showing the skid marks and piss stains. Long streaks of shit from scratching and digging into his asshole. The kid's eyes widened. Now he felt insulted! It showed by the tear forming in his eye.
"Whatever. Maybe that's too heavy for you. It's just that I get letters all the time from dudes asking me to send them my dirty underwear! They'll sure be missing out on THESE!" He folded the stained section over and slipped them into the kid's jacket pocket. "Just toss 'em...or wash 'em," he grinned, kissing the boy again.
Walking home from the theatre in a daze, several times the kid pulled out the smelly shorts and took them to his nose. He was very careful that the soiled spots were covered over, but he could smell the familiar sweat along with the crusty shit buried in there! Then he'd jam them back in his pocket, wondering why he didn't just throw them in a trash can. But each time he did it longer, feeling less and less repulsed by it...and with himself for what he was doing.
To think! He'd had his tongue right where this stuff came out! Wow! He actually did that to HIM! And kissed him!! He said he'd showered...but now he wasn't so sure. When he was tasting the bitterest spot, was it really his shit he was tasting?! He started to walk faster. Only one way to find out. And I'm gonna jack off while I do! His dick hurting, and his head bursting from the nasty thoughts, he broke into a run.
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